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Immediately, Gamble bristled. He didn’t like anyone calling Diablo evil.

Truth be told, he was misunderstood—like him.

Heading his way, he opened the gate, and he and Poe went inside to comfort the distressed animal. Diablo nuzzled Poe, sensing he was hurting.

That gave Gamble an idea.

“Want to take a ride for a bit?” Gamble asked. “You, me, and Diablo?” he asked, grabbing a blanket to put over Diablo’s back. “We can enjoy the end of the day together.”

Honestly, that sounded decent. Maybe he’d stop dwelling on death if he began living.

“Okay,” he said.

That he didn’t protest told Gamble all he needed to know. He had to find a way to cheer him up because he didn’t want Poe suffering like he had for months.

Leading Diablo out of the stall so they could take a walk, he used the rail to get up on his back as the two grooms just shook their heads at what they perceived as a risk.

What they didn’t know was he trusted Diablo with their lives. He’d saved them during gunfire, so he had his loyalty.

If an animal didn’t like you, there was probably a reason why.

When he was situated on the big horse’s back, he held out his hand, and Poe climbed up, sitting in front of him. He nestled into place, and would be lying if he said it didn’t feel nice to be against Gamble’s bigger body.

He could smell his aftershave and cologne, and it had mingled with Poe’s. They smelled like each other, and that was always erotic.

Gamble had one arm around his body, and his other was on Diablo’s mane, holding on.

With his heels, he nudged the horse, and they let him take them on a walk.

Wildly enough, Diablo was driving the bus.

As they moved along, Gamble had his arms around the man, and he was leaning into his body.

“This is nice,” Poe said. “Thank you for suggesting it to me.”

He left a kiss on his neck, and kept them connected through touch. From personal experience, he knew it soothed when the heart hurt.

“No, Baby, thank you,” he said. “I love riding with you on our menace,” he added, enjoying being with Poe so they could start their lives together.

Poe couldn’t think. The man behind him was leaving kisses on his neck, and that made him think about earlier in bed.

Jesus.

He only had a two-track mind.

The only thing bouncing around in his head were his parent’s deaths, and Gamble touching him. When he tipped his head, it gave Gamble better access to him, and he didn’t disappoint. His mouth was on his skin.

He could get accustomed to this.

Gamble ran his mouth up the side of Poe’s neck, his trust in Diablo evident. When his dick twitched, he stopped because this was about taking care of Poe, not his own libido.

As they wandered, Poe took in the scenery. It was a nice ride as they took in the late flowering bushes, and the orchard that was filled with fruit.

Of course, Diablo headed that way.

He was, after all, a whore for some apples. At least he was predictable, and they knew where to find him and his soon-to-be fat ass. It was a good thing he got plenty of exercise.

Poe actually laughed.